SPECIAL REPORT: FAMOUS PEOPLES’ FASHION, THIS WEEK.
We all know that the first, most obvious step in dealing with the death of a loved one, is to address grief with fashion. A carefully selected outfit paired with the right accessories will not only make your melancholy evident (and encourage consolation), but show your strong commitment to style—and thereby, the departed.
Corey Feldman made excellent example of this, Wednesday, while dealing with the loss of his BFF, Corey Haim. On Larry King Live—his first interview since receiving word of Haim’s death, that morning—Feldman donned a shiny black suit and white tie. The suit in-and-of-itself did not explicitly scream “I am famous and my also famous best friend died today,” but with a stroke of brilliance, his hairdo did. Feldman expressed his deep sorrow by emulating a deep sea angler fish—a single, highlighted spike draped down the middle of his face.
The look is so very becoming, I expect it to become an enduring trend in 3… 2… 1… Now. OK, look out your window. Undoubtedly, you are beginning to see people throng the streets, sporting this look.
None of this should surprise anyone. Feldman’s understated, intuitive fashion sense has inspired both the famous and un-famous for decades. Oh, the things we can all learn from his commitment to never, ever being preposterous!
Now, you probably are expecting an Oscar recap. Well, prepare to be disappointed. Despite what most calendars like to falsely proclaim, I firmly prescribe to the belief that the week begins Monday, NOT Sunday. So, the Oscar’s do not fall within the timeframe of this week’s coverage . Sorry, fashionistas.
However, I will make March Madness mention. ESPN’s Holly Rowe has reached new haute-heights, with a progressive ensemble worn during last night’s coverage. Rowe’s too-tight black leather blouse featuring many straps and buttons was nothing short of stunning. So stunning, I screamed and changed the channel. So fashion forward, that fashipolice from the future came and stole-off with all visual record of those interviews—through a time portal, back to where such things are safe. 2010 is just not yet ready for such awesomeness.
 The upper echelon of the fashion world refer to high-style grief dressing as”tragichic,” though the term is not often heard because Botox, naturally, makes it difficult to pronounce.
 Though the suit could be alternatively purposed for either the red carpet or prom-crashing, Feldman’s poorly tied tie implies how his sadness has wracked him.
 Also, I firmly put up blinders to the red carpet coverage because I do not care.
 Hopefully, audio records, too.
 In the future, called Roweness.
P.S. Clearly, I use the term “famous” loosely.
P.P.S. I managed to make up three new words in this blog, and must now pray that none of them catch on—lest I be blamed for such idiocy.
P.P.P.S. R.I.P., Corey Haim. W.T.F., Corey Feldman. (but not surprised, either way)
P.P.P.P.S. Wow. That was all really, really mean. I will (seriously) admit that one of the (I’d like to think) few truly dead spots in my soul pertains to my absolute unaffectedness re: celebrity deaths… Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, throw your stones.
P.P.P.P.P.S. Ouch! OK, stop already! No more stones!